The latest instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Read more
There was recently a petition here in West London to save a tree that stands next to the river by Fulham Reach. We won for now and the developers backed down – they wanted to fell it because it apparently got in the way of the view from the luxury investment flats they were putting up. Ugh.
I’d never actually seen the tree, so I went for a walk along the river a few days ago to meet it. Read more
A few weeks ago I met up with a representative from BlackBag Technologies in a Breather room in London. He showed me how MacQuisition works and talked me through some of its capabilities.
Then I flew off to various conferences around Europe and the USA, and I finally got back last week so I have posted my review of the product. You can find it on Forensic Focus.
Also, sorry for the lack of posts recently. I’m trying to do about a million things but it’s 35 degrees in London today and they’re predicting it’ll reach 37 on Friday. I cannot brain in this heat.
Years ago my friend told me about “the queen’s bra fitters” and how they do free fittings and we had to go. I was like, yeah sure, but they’ll be posh scary people and they’ll judge me for my old manky bras and my size. But eventually the old manky bras got to the point where there was only one of them left, and it was pretty dead, and I desperately needed a new one. The last time I’d been fitted was when I was an anorexic teenager, and now I’m an overweight adult, so I knew the size would have changed dramatically but I had no idea what my new one might be.
Off we went to Rigby & Peller, bolstered by the news that they’d lost their royal warrant for writing a book in which they gave away a bit too much information about the queen’s boobs, so they must be a little bit rebellious. Read more
When I went to South Carolina in 2015, I didn’t want to come back. It’s the only place I’ve ever been where I cried in the airport and didn’t want to get on the plane. Not because I’m afraid of flying – on the contrary, in the sky is one of my favourite places to be – but because I didn’t want to leave Myrtle Beach.